Divine Justice Poem by Quênia Lalita

if we look up, right now
we won't be able to find
any birds nor flowers
valuable life is disappearing
green is turning red
hot, hot, hot
no flags will save our special place
which should be heaven on earth
now, becoming pure hell
(quite literally, just in case)
yet no shame is too much
when it comes to power
and its burning desire to destroy
and kill the entire world
hot, hot, getting hotter
the little warmth
we still have in our hearts
it does not suffice anymore
we just wanna close our eyes
forget about the daily depressing news
and fall asleep
as our green and red nation did
in this dark, bizarre century